I simply cannot forget him. My poems are like my babies with so much of my love. But I know they drift his shadow. Even today I don’t know if I love him. I only know he is like myself. I never get rid of the misty impression.
Spring is here, drizzling my puzzle. If only time can be hold back, what a difference would be. I hold my light blue umbrella, wandering in the rain. Reminiscing his follow and gaze behind, I seemed to be soaked in the drops. He said before, I would forget him.
But our story was like a kite fallen in somewhere. The string ties me up ever. In such a windy day, I fly my reminiscence alone.
Spring is here, drizzling my puzzle. If only time can be hold back, what a difference would be. I hold my light blue umbrella, wandering in the rain. Reminiscing his follow and gaze behind, I seemed to be soaked in the drops. He said before, I would forget him.
But our story was like a kite fallen in somewhere. The string ties me up ever. In such a windy day, I fly my reminiscence alone.